Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Delaying the advent of dawn
As she embraced the night
Vehement scream of silence
She sought to pause time
As she got lost in the darkness
Elongating the affair with night
She choose to stay up till the dawn
Greets chirping birds and sunshine

Sunday, 20 December 2015

For those who do not believe in the concept of savior, are often tagged - Too much of something. When those kind of women do not exist the ones that exist are called too much of something.

1. Too educated, ambitious women do not find a man easily. And those who are not educated and ambitions get lost in a daily struggle of family feuds, cooking, spying on neighbors and is that what you find productive? Perhaps that is life for you, may god serve this to you on a platter, with extra topping!

Really I thought it was just for starters, and I have been told that education is the only asset no one can snatch from you - yes that was being fed to me by my grandfather, and my mother!

2. Way too independent. Well I will go for a dutch on a date.

3. I need to look pretty. Because that is what men want! To me I am the center of my universe, I am pretty in my own skin.

4. Start looking out! Really if your wonder why am I still single, I know why are you still married!

5. Be less straightforward. Do not be so much on the face. If I love you, I will still think about hurting your feelings, but if I do not, or if you have been repeatedly crossing that fine line - here it is. F*** Off!

Do damsel in distress exist anymore? Do women need a man, to pose as a saviour? Perhaps they do, perhaps they don't or it is just a matter of perspective.

Sunday, 11 October 2015

Look where we have come
This is far from what we planned
Afar from the reach of our imaginations
Pushed out of every possible connection
Of love, friendship, acquaintanceship or animosity
We can't place the blame on anything
Who what is it? Me, you or the circumstances
Oh no, we are those to pass our destiny to circumstances
We both refused to let them rule over us

And promised to stay true to our words
Each word of your promise were put together beautifully
Your carefully crafted words moved me
But later I learnt that you were skilled at it
To make fancy claims and justify them with a different story
It was not the one which ran in my head
Something that would surprise me unpleasantly

She was wide awake, a scream gets her out of her imagination. Her heart was pounding as she deciphered what was going on. There were men outside screaming as they spoke, it appeared that they were mocking at someone. Another scream full of vengeance. And mocking went up even higher, now she could hear women participating in a laugh riot. It did not amuse her, but got her blood gushing in anger - for what she thought was a riot turned out to be revelry, or the imagination from the past? Be it her imagination or the laugh riot, nothing was just as it seems. She was in a different world, she was in a different phase - she payed a visit to some beautifully crafted words!

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Knaves alone reign in the kingdom of fools
It is not a free nation.We are biased! We are hypocrites! We are evil!
The We here is anyone who justifies today's Dadri's mob killing.

Need a context on I am talking about?
Over a loudspeaker in a temple there was an announcement. They announced that there was beef in someone’s house. Beef. A food item. A staple food item for many thousands of Indians. A mob surrounds their house and ransacks it. Over a loudspeaker can be a rumour. Eating beef is not illegal. Ransacking someone’s house, however is. The mob doesn’t stop at ransacking the house. They drag the father and the brother out on the road. Beaten till one of them dies. Beaten till the other is rendered unconscious.

It is a bunch of enslaved cultural (caste-ist) conditioned people who think high of themselves. How these men and women define what they love is through their biases - regional, caste, ethnic, location, race, colour, political ideology, .... (take the liberty to add more)

We who kill in the name of anything! A God, Pakistan, Beef!
We are so touchy about honesty that we end up bullying activists and praising genocides.
We dedicate prime importance to our civilization and fail to think beyond out our limited knowledge.
In the internet age we fail to gather information about the world, the very many civilizations, the kings and the rulers.
We are easy to provoke and our mind does have room for empathy.
We are so human and those who come from a different school of thought are monsters.

We fail to see that while we take pride in woman power, we do the exact opposite by stopping her to enter the kitchen when she is menstruating.

Not just that - we have segmented so much that we fail to see humanity. As long as you feed the same gods, follow similar political ideology, so that we define one's supremacy over others.

We strive to find similarities and fail to respect differences. And we fail terribly at it!

I feel terribly sad. I am sorry for the brutal killing! Here take it - If your religion calls for killing, then your god is a monster.

Saturday, 26 September 2015

When on a dead end, make an alternate way! Never walk back.
Dead End - what does it look like? It looks like now. When you have so much to say but you wonder if your words will get past the judgmental shields and critical glasses that people don. Those who care not to know what goes on in your over worked mind. Those who list somethings are right and some things as wrong in the back of their minds and fit everyone in those chambers. A good or a bad! A friend or a foe. A hero or a villain.

What is most difficult is to set yourself free of those judgments. Honestly as I write this I am thinking about whether my words will find meaning in the mind of a reader, because today I am forcing myself to write. Not the construction of my sentences, but thoughts and ideas. If my thoughts and ideas do not get past, I am doing this in vain. It is that moment where I am looking for one tiny beam of inspiration that pushes me to put out everything. Pour all my words out, muster courage to get drafted poems live on my blog.

So here it is. It is not a writer's block. I have been writing, but I have not taken my posts live.

Why am I stopping myself? Isn't this what a writers are supposed to do - put forth uncomfortable thoughts so that those who think alike know they are normal. Or perhaps ask those questions that we all dread to face and answer. Something that is beyond their level of comprehension, or maybe something they do not want to understand?

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Reflecting over the past one month, it has been quite similar to April 2014, when I first participated in the challenge. Travel as I scheduled my posts. Juggling between work, writing, travel and a cause I am on, I missed out of commenting on blogs often, and I tried to compensate. This year I went with no theme, just random topics. Since I did not pre plan any of my posts, I focused more at writing and later fixing the topic with the required alphabet. There has been a lot of poetry this time :)

It is when we let other be treated badly
It is when we forget to wipes a few tears
It is when we lose touch with humanity
We lose our zest to live a fulfilling life.

Zest is all I need to live
Live a life that is much beyond
Some moolah and a man
But some starry nights and rains

It is not what is on the face of it
It is about what we are inside
The times of nothingness
Are the times to cherish

Author's Note: To me life is meant for adventure and spreading happiness. It is to fight the bad and not to be the bad. It is about being the one who cares. Speak against the wrong, but if speaking does not work - silently act upon it.
Through these words I tried to narrate a mix of all - Our mind, the society and the quite men.

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Be water, be fire, be air and be earth
Nurture everything with a smile
Stay wild, stay happy, stay awesome
Chase a butterfly
Follow your instincts
Make your own way
Travel and make new friends
Gaze midnight stars
And stand out in the cold
Love generously
Let go of what does not treat you right
Exude compassion, empathy and beauty
Be kind, it is the most beautiful trait!

Author's Note: Our wanderlust is our true affliction. But can we do anything without being who we truly are? Since I believe in YOLO, I would rather do a Marlin Monroe than to miss out on the fun.

I am a yes person, if something fascinates me , I will dive in without a second thought. Yes, it could be silly but what I find is sillier is a regret. I say yes to adventures, to treasure hunts, hopeless quests, to a lifetime of searching and most importantly a yes to myself (and people I love).

Monday, 27 April 2015

When you travel, you are not tired, and in Himachal Pradesh I really traveled. Was it weed in the air or was it the weather that took me to wander in Manali?

Streams of hills emerge from flowing brown waters
A few trees squabble through the curves of concrete
Rest of them are standing tall on rich green mountains
With a few blossom flowers a lot of rich green weed
Sun beam falls on my specs as trees scream for attention
Trees tall and green and some of them slouch to strong wind
Not untouched my humankind I see towers and running wires
Through this a neatly arranged landscapes to be seen
Beautiful, isn't it?

Here is a photo collection of my wanderlust in Manali.

Music and view, just before carving my footprints in Manali

Outskirts of Manali

Sunbeam and tall trees in Manali

We Checked In

On our way to Jogini Falls, we discovered curves on hills and road!

Resting after a little Trek at Jogini Falls

Harimba Temple
Here 18 Animals are slaughtered during Navratras

Day 2 we were on our way to Gulaba Valley and Salong Valley

After we made a snow man at Gulaba Valley

Glitters at Gurudwara Manikaran Sahib
And we received a splendid hospitality

Riverside at Kasol

Author's Note: I wandered and I wrote a poem. I walked long distances. Amidst quite a lot of hiccups, I heard drums, saw dance and weeds plantation. Not to forget recording here that I about to be attacked by 7 hungry dogs. Eeks!!

Last year I visited Udaipur during A to Z Challenge and this year it was Manali. Wonder what is up for next year ;p

Saturday, 25 April 2015

Of all the special people in your life, there are some very special people, and they are recipient of unconditional love from us. While there are people who take advantage of being considered special, to me treating someone special is not a bad thing.

Bad is when you take people for granted. Show that they are special, when you don't mean it. No matter how much a good person would love you, everyone has a threshold. They will slip away!

Even if you end up feeling cheated, the other one will end up feeling guilty, unless the other one is not a narcissist.

So do you really need to cry over a loss when you were someone to give your best?

Friday, 24 April 2015

Slip away in the lap of dreams.Of red, orange and floral pinks.
Sit back with a pop corn bucket.
Watch the game plan and some fizz.
Walk on the shiny-sand beach.
Home to shells & coconut trees.
Out of a dark mysterious guilt.

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Except for
Polo tees
And basic jeans
What your you?
Were you basic or mysterious?
I splurged on you
I forgot the golden rule
That you were to be nurtured first
And then exploited to be spoiled
You made home in my mind
As a sweet mystery for a lifetime
I often visit those mysterious encounters
And I keep knocking on the entrance
Those doors never open
Basic or not, you have been classic
And I have been spoiled.
While splurging on a sweet mystery

Author's Note: Just think about when I say splurge, what do you think I am talking about?We humans are complex - biologically, physically, psychologically, intellectually and philosophically. We splurge in love, or we are miser in Love.
P.S.: Splurging on a Sweet Mystery for S - April 22, 2015. My nineteenth post for the A to Z April Challenge.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Howdy,
Your worldly dreams
Are raw, rugged and rowdy
You fail to receive gracefully
Two words of sheer kindness
For those who careThey ignore your venom
Or let it seep into them
Because they don't want to cause you hurt

But you, my boy
You don't care, do you?
You keep spilling venom
And you are in love with it
Holding it close and
Scared to let go of it
As if two words of love
Will make you less of a King
As if empathy could make you less of a warrior

Let me tell you a story about a man who did just what you do. He was rude, rowdy and rugged. He started it when he was a child and no one stopped him. People called him a leader, a king in the making. But no one befriended him and everyone was scared of his wrath. Those who did not fear him, were brought to the terms to being scared of him. And he was surrounded by only those who accepted him. He never let anyone who would make himself question of mend his ways stand next to him.

In his mind he was a King, and he waited for someone who would accept him for what he is. He waited for love, but he could not wait the wait. So he let go of it, hurting those who would want to be with him. This only made him bitter, because his only accomplice is his anger. And now he was bored of his anger, he rarely smiled and those who came to his service were just boring yes-men. They were boring because their yeses were not out of love or care, they were out of fear. Fear of your anger.

Author's Note: Reminds me of Beauty and the Beast. Yes many of us let that bad thing, anger or guilt consume us. We don't care who we smash in the process of feeding onto our anger. We only end up losing those who truly cared. And in the end just carry a guilt, why did I fail to see? Why did I fail to mend? Was anger that precious than those precious moments?

Monday, 20 April 2015

I have red hair, but I don't have blue eyes and hence you are in double minds to take this ahead. I do not fit into your ideal version of me. And I forgot to see if you do fit into my ideal version of me. All that while I had been working to get you to accept me for my black eyes. But your rock heart did not budge, you failed to see beyond the material beauty and you ended up breaking me.

I am calling it off. I dissociate with you because I have had it enough of ranting and chanting your concepts of when to wake up, when to sleep and when to eat. I have come to terms with the fact that conformity to your standards is below my dignity and sanity. It was lately that I realized the threshold of my tolerance, and it has been stupid of my and my folks to have been ranting and chanting your concepts. You started when I was a kid, and you still mess with my head.

Remember the times when I was hurt, you did not console me. You came up with your famous adage - I Told You So. You did not allow me to make my own mistakes and learn from them. You did lend me a listening ear, but you listened more to judge me than to empathize with me. You did not leave a chance to belittle me for innocent mistakes I made. Never did I intend to hurt you, but you miraculously made it sound like that. I started living for your approval, and forgot who am I in real.

You fit in my plan of a perfect life, but now I will trail the path without any plans. I am somebody who is bejeweled with my set of perfect imperfections. I look for no one who does not love my ornamentation. So rather than struggling everyday for your acceptance, I quit. I will survive without you because searching acceptance in your eyes everyday is getting killed in anticipation. So from today, stating just now, I quit, I am calling it quit. I quit allowing your double standards to mess with my mind.

Author's Note:
I quit deciding where to go. Have accepted not knowing where I am going."And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” – C. Joybell

Saturday, 18 April 2015

It's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.
- Unknown

Some messages leave a strong impact on you, though I feel that I get too much into them. And too too much into bringing a meaning to something that appears quite normal to people. I know that I observe things, I observe how a bird struggles to fly on a windy day or an ant crosses a wet floor.

And I observed this perfect compilation by Paritoshika [the other celebrity on my blog ;)].

Author's Note: Watch it, if you feel things deeply you may want to watch it over and over.

Get lost in light when it is dark...

Or reach for a calm in screeching lights

P. S.: Paritoshika's - Lost in the Blurred Limelight of Night for P - April 18, 2015. My sixteenth post for the A to Z April Challenge.

Author's Note: When intense feelings are messed with they turn opaque. One who feels too much will end up growing opacity of feelings and one who messed it will keep looking for breaking past the opacity.

Don't know who messed more and who felt more - the one who loved or the one who could get distant.

Thursday, 16 April 2015

It was a stark dark road, and I stood still amidst tall buildings and no greens. A traffic signal faraway that flashed yellow, inviting me to walk towards it. As I started a voyage towards the light, everything was threatening to kill me. I encountered a huge man hole just five steps away from where I started and sound of barking dogs. So huge that it covered the entire street. A railing on the wall was all that seem to welcome me and I hopped on. Sticking on to it as I made tiny steps. Each of my tiny steps inversely impacted the diameter of the manhole. Inside that manhole were bears waiting for me to fall, howling at me to fall and be their feast for the night. My heart was pounding harder, I did not want to die like this.

I crossed the dreaded manhole only to find a huge wolf in front of me. I went numb and could not take a step. I was only waiting for the wolf to jump and feast on me. It seems better to have a grave inside one whole animal than be eaten by many. The wolf walked upto me and sniffed me and walked towards the manhole. I looked back and the manhole was gone. It was now a city with a bustling nightlife.

And a Chinese man on a bike, pulled brakes shouting get on the bike, they are coming for you?
Who is it?
Shut up and hop on, he shouted.
Why is someone coming for me?
And then someone missed a shot at me. Without a second thought I hopped on.
He sped into the woods and crashed his bike into a drain.

I was inside deep waters, struggling to breath and trying to swim out of it. Breathing hard but something chokes in my throat. Trying to move my hands but they do not move. I hear a siren somewhere. I wish someone see me and save me in this dark night.

It was then that the alarm rang, and my collars were draining sweat.

Author's Note: Come to think of how I want to die, perhaps in my sleep, while I win over demons that are housed in my head and pound my heart badly in real life.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

They say opposites attract. I still don't know if we are opposites or similar.

I totally find myself swayed by him. Sometimes being pulled towards him and sometimes being asked to drift away. It is not that I don't do this to him. I do the same, not with a revengeful intent. My conundrum of emotions and his debate of logic bring us to a middle ground. Our duality fit into each other's perfect imperfections. We are on the same sides and we are the warriors. Even when we are deeply in love, we are on a war.

And that's Love!

Love rests in duality and leaving you with this song:

Author's Note: This topic took me long, to form an idea and to bring together my thoughts. Don't really know why it happened, either I am exhausted with the challenge or I hold love too dear to be easily expressed through words. I failed at penning a story, I have my thoughts in place and it will appear on my blog soon.

I am soothing flames.
I am wet muddy sand.
I am drenched drought.
I am a dry flood
I am someone who loves.
I am someone you hate.
I am idle moments.
I am maddening chaos.
I am a caressing touch.
I am lazy yawns.
I am sweaty palms.
I am a hard punch.
I am a road rage.
I am a a car chase.
I am an inspiration.
I am a halt.
I am contrasts.
I am also shades of grey.

I am a red head born on Friday the 13th, a full moon night!

Author's Note: I am someone who looks back. I look back for more than a normal person would. I think more than your imagination could run. Once I am done, I am done. I will not turn around no matter how many times you scream.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Some Ice cream and some crazy rides.
Some laughs, some playing in the sand.
Staying up while being dead asleep.
Speeding a bicycle through a puddle.
Hide and seek, Balloons and fountains.
Swings, climbing trees and bruised knees.
Sunrise, sunsets and step out in summer heat.
Windy day, cold day and rainy day.
Chasing birds and butterflies.
And staring at fish inside a pond.
That's happiness to me.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Everyone created God in its own image and likeliness - Now they are fighting over whose god is the best of all.

Who among these is more real?

Here is a phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. “If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”

If you Google the above phrase and search for image, you will find yourself in a heartbreaking scene. And if that does not break your heart, I am saying it out loud that you are an unkind person.

The two big mistakes were the belief in a sky god -- that there's a man in the sky with 10 things he doesn't want you to do and you'll burn for a long time if you do them -- and private property, which I think is at the core of our failure as a species. That's the source of my indignations, my dissatisfactions, however it comes out on the stage. I feel betrayed by the people I'm part of, these creatures, these magnificent creatures.

- George Carlin, Orange County Register, March 1997

To me God, mythologies, religious dictates are quite similar to Santa Clause, Mermaids, Unicorns and Flying horses. Those who claim to be messiah (messengers) were neurotics talking to an imaginary friend. They never grew up and wrote a book. Now people fight over one book and they are averse to the ideas of other books.

Because hello, for all the power that people vest within Gods - if he were real that world would not have been ugly. Most of the causes of violence are rooted in religion and beliefs.

If you tell me that God is a nice man, and you allow any kind of violence (or abstinence) in the way one leads one's life then I fail to see anything nice your gods. If your god created you and you support violence then you are not a good creation of God.

Author's Note: Sorry to offend all the religious people out there. I know you have high regards for your faith and I have high for mine.

People who claim that religion is an important element of humanity are to be reminded that religion does not make someone good or bad, it is moral that come with the kind of upbringing one receives.

Debating, fighting trolls, bullies, cyber harassers while attempting hard to make sense out of our point. Perhaps trying to make people understand our point.

That's when I learnt a few things through Facebook, and here they are:

1. Tolerance while facing disagreements from friends. No two people think alike, how can friends? It is important to respect each other's opinions, not to get into a trail of updates that faintly demean your friends.

2. Standing up-to cyber harassers and bullies. Well yes, this is big one and I did stand up to one quite recently.

3. Satire while dealing with the trolls. When logic does not make sense, satire does!

4. Understanding what I just do not want to be. I live and let live, so I do not want to be a bigot, extremist and someone with an orthodox mindset.

5. Clarifying when being misunderstood. Not everyone will read what you meant with your words, in-fact they will dissect each of your words and come up with conspiracy theories. Arghh moments they are.

Author's Note: With Facebook and social media interactions, our ideas of life, philosophies and the way we view world is out in the open. Some of us are against this concept, I am not. I can put myself out there with my thoughts and things I truly believe in.And yes, from time to time I do feel that there is an overdoes. I switch off, thanks to the deactivate Facebook account option!